BiC Fizzle - Hot Boyy lyrics

Uh, uh (Ayo, Donovan, heat that up)
(Hot, hot, hot) Woo (Hot, hot, yeah)
In this bitch (Hot, hot, hot)
Feel this shit, it's kickin' in woo (Hot)
It's hot, hot

I got a stolen Glock (Glock)
Block so hot, got everybody duckin' the narcs
(Duckin' the narcs)
Soon as we see they car, stop, grrt, now
We set it on fire (Now, set it on fire)
You ain't gon' see me cry, all
You gon' see is all black, choppers and fire
(Choppers and fire)
Scratchin' the tires, shaking the car
(Shaking the car)
Been with the guys, stunters and robbers
Them young niggas too (Hot)
Greyson poppin' you (Hot)
Know we pop out, we got them shots out
(Hot, hot)
We get this bitch (We get this bitch)
It's crazy, niggas be dyin' for tryna
Be somethin' they not
Klan, I throw a K (Klan)
Boy, ain't throwing no rocks (No)
No, I ain't hidin' my hand
Clean up the mess with the mop
Kid get killed for playin' (Playin')
Boy, I'm a boss, you not (You not)
Creeping at night with the clan (The clan)
We all got dirty Glocks (Dirty Glocks)
Ten years a piece, they see this box (Box)
Follow his car, fuck it, shoot at the cop
(Grrt) i ain't gon' lie
I been tryna start this riot (Riot)
Chopper on my side
See oppositions and I'm firin' (I'm firin')
Catch 'em all out on the grill
Shoot up everybody outside (Come here, huh)
I don't need no bitch, I know
It's up, so when I see, it's on my mind

I'm a hot boy, come cop you one
Got whole for twenty-five (Five)
If you cheap, I got 'em nine (Nine)
All the way down, load the fire (Fire)
Feeling tension, leave no
Mentions, Scotty Pippin, blow your mind
(Bah) leave no witness, keep it with me
DOA every time (Every time)

Glizzy shoot out fifty, 'fore
You pull out yours, i empty mine
A bitch is over my boss, knock 'em off
Don't pay a dime (I ain't pay a dime)
Best stay on the sidewalk, jump
In the streets with us, you dyin'
Everybody with me down, slime
We all committing crimes (Committing crimes)
If I jack ya, ain't no gettin' it back
(Huh) , ain't selling nothin'
It's mine (It's mine)
Tell them boys I don't play pity pat
(I don't) , go all in for a Tommy (Boy
You dyin') would tell a nigga get they lick
Back, but they ain't like that
They be lyin' (They be lyin')
Forty shells catch a nigga flyin'
(Boom) and ricochet all through his spine
Hot (Huh)

It's hot (Hot) damn, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Kickin' in this bitch, uh, ayy
Pass me that (Hot, hot) the fuck? (Hot, hot)
Uh, ayy hot, it's hot
Steady, uh (Woo, woo, hot, hot)
Damn, feisty, I do that (Hot, hot, hot)
Watch out, the (Ayy, boom)
Skrrt, we gone, gone, get out of here, haha
Ha, yeah, clappin' shit haha, boom, boom